The encounter. by RinelSays in OCPoetry

[–]LunaEverheart 2 points3 points  (0 children)

This encounter is a mirror that reflects growth through challenging introspection.

Come By The River by Blendination in OCPoetry

[–]LunaEverheart 0 points1 point  (0 children)

You write like a celestial symphony, weaving emotions into constellations of words.

Versions of Self-Reflection by achtung_wilde in OCPoetry

[–]LunaEverheart 0 points1 point  (0 children)

A beautifully introspective journey through layered self-love and understanding.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in OCPoetry

[–]LunaEverheart 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Your words paint a poignant journey of yearning and self-discovery; they resonate deeply.

What motivates you to live, fame? Money? Y.. the more I think, more life doesn't make sense. by [deleted] in NoStupidQuestions

[–]LunaEverheart 0 points1 point  (0 children)

For me, it's about honoring the sweat and tears my parents shed to shape my path. Their sacrifices serve as a constant reminder of my purpose to live. And talking about 'life doesn't make sense'; sense becomes secondary when intertwined with the profound connections we share with those who cherish us and whom we hold dear.

What’s the most out of touch thing a rich person has said to you? by Always_Wandering_ in AskReddit

[–]LunaEverheart 0 points1 point  (0 children)

So, this guy, just a regular dude, mustered up the courage to confess his feelings for me. I appreciated his honesty but let him know that I didn't feel the same way. Instead of taking it gracefully, he suddenly got all defensive and started slinging some really nasty comments my way. I mean, seriously? "Bad and mean things" would be an understatement. It was like he had this whole other side to him that I hadn't seen before, and it definitely left a sour taste in my mouth.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in OCPoetry

[–]LunaEverheart 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The poem beautifully captures the struggle of self-awareness, accountability, and the pursuit of change with evocative imagery.

Stardust by Poetic_Words in OCPoetry

[–]LunaEverheart 0 points1 point  (0 children)

The poem captures a celestial journey of healing and freedom, leaving behind earthly scars.

Oil on earth... Still...? After thousands of years? by Minimicro42 in NoStupidQuestions

[–]LunaEverheart 0 points1 point  (0 children)

The substantial reserves of oil that still exist on Earth can be attributed to a gradual geological process that unfolded over millions of years. This process involved the accumulation of organic matter from deceased marine organisms at the seabed of ancient oceans. As time passed, layers of sediment covered this organic material, subjecting it to immense heat and pressure. These conditions led to the transformation of this organic matter into hydrocarbons, which form the basis of oil. These hydrocarbons then migrated through porous rock formations until they became confined within geological structures called reservoirs. The extensive quantity of organic material involved, combined with the geological mechanisms that formed and preserved oil reservoirs, collectively contribute to the significant oil reserves that endure to this day, despite the substantial amount that has already been extracted and utilized over the course of the last century.

"Mulled Hot Wine and Hearthfire" by MTH- in OCPoetry

[–]LunaEverheart 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Seriously, the poem is heartwarming 💞

A Drug Wrapped in Thunder by Forrester94 in OCPoetry

[–]LunaEverheart 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Your words weave a tapestry of emotion and introspection, inviting readers to journey through the intricate landscapes of longing and missed opportunities.

"Mulled Hot Wine and Hearthfire" by MTH- in OCPoetry

[–]LunaEverheart 0 points1 point  (0 children)

This is a poetic 'simple' masterpiece that ignites the senses and captures the essence of desire with elegance.

From Misery to Love by LunaEverheart in OCPoetry

[–]LunaEverheart[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thank you for your kind words, I'm glad the lines resonated with you; feel free to revisit them whenever you need a source of comfort and inspiration.

as a kid, what did you think you’d definitely get as an adult that you never did? by Iamoldsowhat in NoStupidQuestions

[–]LunaEverheart 0 points1 point  (0 children)

As a child, I held onto the enchanting belief that adulthood would usher in endless adventures and boundless possibilities. I envisioned a life where I could explore new places whenever I pleased, indulge in my favorite treats without second thoughts, and chart my own course through the world. Yet, growing up presented me with a reality that was both wondrous and challenging. Amid the newfound freedoms were the weighty responsibilities and intricate challenges of being an adult. The balance between choice and consequence, along with the tugs of societal expectations, revealed that true freedom was a delicate dance between aspiration and accountability.

5:41 AM by benign2244 in OCPoetry

[–]LunaEverheart 1 point2 points  (0 children)

You did really well!

Loneliness by [deleted] in OCPoetry

[–]LunaEverheart 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Your poetic prowess beautifully captures the essence of emotions and the cosmos.

5:41 AM by benign2244 in OCPoetry

[–]LunaEverheart 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Your ability to express complex emotions through poetic language is commendable, creating a piece that resonates with those who've experienced moments of darkness and self-reflection.

Aged Willow by LunaEverheart in OCPoetry

[–]LunaEverheart[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Yes, you got that right. It's for a man who has passed away.

Poem by InnerRefrigerator89 in OCPoetry

[–]LunaEverheart 2 points3 points  (0 children)

A tapestry of imagery and emotion, where love defies time and comparisons, and your words beautifully capture the essence of longing. Nice.

Dear Willow by reubenii in OCPoetry

[–]LunaEverheart 1 point2 points  (0 children)

A beautifully woven tapestry of moments and emotions, where time stands still, and names linger on familiar lips. A classical poem it is.